And for the rest of the morning, that’s what we did. Slow at first, and then faster, we rubbed up on each other, drawing closer and closer to climax. I took Shawn’s cock between my lips, so stiff that desire throbbed at my base. And when my fingers found their way to his hole, teasing his entrance, the tug of his rim lit me up the rest of the way, igniting my need for something more later. My hands searched for every part of his body that I could tease, and I drew orgasm after orgasm from him until we both lay together, sweaty and spent.
“Wow,” Shawn said. He took his glasses from the nightstand and turned to me, tangling our naked bodies back together. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that many times.”
I chuckled and stroked his side. “I bet you I can get some more out of you later.”
He laughed and buried his face in my chest. “You can try.”
When I looked at him, I remembered how proud I was that he had turned down the job. He’d decided to believe in himself, and having been a part of that left me pretty damn satisfied.
I hadn’t ever been in love before, but I knew that when you loved someone, you supported them. And if Shawn were going to keep writing, I realized that there was a way I could truly help him do that.
A way I could make his dreams real.
My eyes closed, I traced over the details of a plan that was slowly coming into focus. “Hey, Shawn, can I ask you on a date?”
Shawn sat up slightly. “A date?”
“Just here at the house. Nothing fancy. Maybe the night after next?”
“Sure. Yeah, Cass.” His cheeks were already flushed, but the dimpled curve in his smile told me he’d be blushing otherwise. “It’s a date.”
I grinned as I sat up. “Dope. I’m going to head out to the studio for the afternoon. Come by and interrupt me if you want to take a break.” I leaned down and brushed a quick kiss across his lips. “See you later, babe.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Shawn
For a couple days,things were like normal again with Cass. We worked on our projects and lingered over each other’s touch in the kitchen, and when night came, I fell asleep curled up close to him again, cocooned in his heat. I wasn’t sure where the transformation had come from, but like magic, I could reach him just as easily as I had before.
I even managed to get back into my book, working through a few challenging sections while Cass slipped off to work on installing the shower in the studio during the afternoon, then reading the paragraphs to him later to make sure everything made sense to someone without a science background. Clearing the air between us helped me to focus, but I was driven just as much by a new creeping panic.
Either finish the book and sell it to a publisher, or fall flat on my face in front of everyone I cared about, including Cass.
At least that pressure helped distract from the reality that he was leaving. A couple times, while lying in bed together, I’d almost told him how I felt. The impulse to say it to him—I love you—was so strong holding the words in hurt. But even with Cass acting sweet and charming, I still hesitated, scared it would ruin the precious time we had left.
Maybe I’d have a chance to say something at the date night. I had no idea what he had planned. Still, though, just asking me on a proper date was enough to stir up the butterflies in my belly, and my hands danced nervously as I fussed with myself in front of the mirror, getting ready that evening.
I wore a collared white shirt, plain but handsome. Cass had complimented it once before, and I knew the fit flattered me. Plus, I figured dressing up a little showed that I appreciated him asking me out in the first place. After brushing my teeth, I re-tucked my shirt into my jeans for the millionth time, then headed out to the studio to meet Cass.
It was a beautiful night, one of the first since July had turned over to August. The air still held the heat of the day, but a cooler breeze tossed through the trees. The moon was waxing close to full, high enough in the sky that it cast a gray light on the path as I made my way back to Cass.
He was standing on the porch and looking out over the hills, his back to me. I noticed that he had pulled the telescope out, setting it up on the edge of the porch, and that some of the Christmas lights were hanging from the awning. When he heard me, he turned, his face opening with a smile.
He tugged the front of the white collared shirt he was wearing. “We match,” he laughed.
I checked out his outfit. He also had on a pair of jeans and the stylish boots I’d only seen him wear in the city. He wore his shirt undone at the top, and as I got closer, I saw the dark hairs of his chest, just barely visible.
“You look very handsome,” I said, greeting him with a kiss.
He pulled me close. “You’re beautiful and sexy as always.”
I pursed my lips in a pleased, shy smile. “Thank you.”
Cass grabbed a bottle of wine that was waiting at hand and poured us each a glass. “Is there a special occasion?” I asked as I accepted mine.
“Maybe a couple,” he said, then clinked his glass against mine. “First, to celebrate your professor liking the chapters you sent.”
I laughed. “We’ve been celebrating that for a couple of days.”
